november graveyard
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november graveyard
at the essential landscape stare, stare
till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
whatever lost ghosts flare,
damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
rave on the leash of the starving wind
wich peoples the bare room, the blank untenanted air.
till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
whatever lost ghosts flare,
damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
rave on the leash of the starving wind
wich peoples the bare room, the blank untenanted air.